Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean

Author's Note: Hey guys sorry it's been a few days. I've been having horrible nightmares and haven't been sleeping well so it might show in my chapter sorry about that. I hoep you all bare with me

The Wizard of Oz.

"Hey what are you watching?" Sam asked lying down next to me on the motel bed.

"The Wizard of Oz. I'm waiting for the dead munchkin."

"None of the munchkins died, T.J."

"You never heard the story?"

"No he's never heard the story I didn't want to scar him for life." Dean explained while he searched on the computer for our next hunt.

"Okay here comes the part. Sam, look in the background of Dorothy, the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow. You see right there someone's hanging in the background like literally hanging!"

"Holy shit! Is that for real?"

"Of course it's for real. The story goes that one of the munchkins fell in love but the girl munchkin wasn't interested so he hung himself right there on the set."

"Now tell him the correct story."

"That is the correct story Dean!"

"No it's not, there was a more practical explanation that a stage crew guy fell and was strangled by a wire."

"He's too short to be a regular person!"

"You're too short to be a regular person."

"Good come back." I said sarcastically.

"Okay before you two start to kill each other, Dean, have you found us a new hunt?"

"Maybe… there have been reports of several murders all in one place. It's a bridge in the woods off a Southeast Texas highway. Could be our type of thing."

"Or it could nothing at all." Sam stated.

"There's only one way to find out."

"Texas here we come." I jumped off the bed and started packing my stuff.

About two days later we were in another motel room but this one was in Texas. It was just Dean and I because Sam went to talk to some locals.

"Hey T.J. hand me my .45 it's my duffel bag I have to clean it."

"Okay."

I rolled off my bed and onto the floor to look in his duffel bag. What I found was not his .45 though. I took out the copy of the book Nightmares of Children…my book.

"Dean…"

"Yeah?"

"You bought my book?"

Dean turned around and saw me holding up the worn out copy of the book I spent three years writing.

"Um…yeah I did."

"Why? Or better question when?"

"I guess around the time it came out. Dad and I were doing research in the library and I was looking In the Sci-Fi section you know to see what idiots are publishing now a days and I came across the pseudonym Veronica Jones. I knew that was your middle name so I picked it up and by picked up I mean stole. It's also how I found where you lived it was on the back cover."

"Why did you pick it up?"

"Because I wanted to read it," He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, but I mean you knew all the stories because they were yours, Sam's, and your dad's."

"Yeah, I know but I just wanted to get it because I knew you worked hard on it and it won an award besides I wanted to know if you portrayed my character well enough."

"How come you didn't tell me you had it?"

"Well, if you haven't noticed we haven't been the best of friends since I left."

"Which is your fault."

"Are we going to do this again? I told you why I had to leave several times."

"But you didn't tell me why I couldn't have gotten a proper good-bye instead of a note."

"Yes, I did I told you it was to damn hard to say good-bye to you!"

"I was your best friend…"

"I know that and you still are, it's just I couldn't face you."

I walked over to Dean and wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back and held me close to him.

"Are you still mad at me for leaving?"

"I was never mad at you for leaving I was mad at the way you left. Now I just try not to think about it or the months after it…"

I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head, "What happened the months after I left?"

My defenses were back up as I pulled away gently and walked back to his duffel bag. I put the book back in and took out the .45. I handed it to Dean and smiled.

"A lot happened but none of it is important now."

"Tempest…what happened?"

I was saved form answering that question when Sam came in with Coffee and donuts.

"Okay so I talked to some of the locals and…Did I interrupt something?" He was looking between me and Dean as we stared each other down.

"No," I replied.

"Yes," Dean said firmly.

"What did the locals say Sam?"